Please Love Me, Mr. George
Chapter 20 You Have No Qualification To Abort It
Frowning slightly, Mario’s eyes were fixed on me, seeming to judge whether I said it sincerely.
Calm, I sat there and smiled, letting him scanning me.
A long while later, he uttered, “OK!”
“Thanks.” You didn’t have to say too much while talking with a clever man, he can read you from your look in the eyes.
The dishes were served. He glanced at me, saying meaningfully, “Have you been so sophisticated?”
I laughed, “I am flattered. I just do that to keep myself safe. Besides, I and Dennis are not a good match to each other, and the baby is not in time.”
With several bites, he seemed to be satisfied, “When are you going?”
I was stunned, raising to glance at him. He should guess what I will do next. I planned that I will leave this city after the divorce and the abortion, but I didn’t have made a choice where to go.
Dropping the chopsticks, I replied, “Perhaps two month later! But I haven’t decide where to go.”
“How about Hensley Town? It’s a good place to live in.” He advised. Laying down the chopsticks, he used tissues to wipe his mouth elegantly.
That’s a good idea. I nodded, “Yes, a good option.” Hensley Town was not as busy as Newton Town, but it’s a much ideal city where I can lead a slow and comfortable life.
After finishing the dinner, I found that he had paid the bill in advance. We walked out of the restaurant. I turned to him, “I owe you a meal. Please let me next time.”
He nodded, “Hope that we can have a meal in Hensley Town.”
a pause, I smiled, having no idea what to
late, and I had to go back. Walking to the car, he
turned around, nodding,
I had made up mind, the earlier,
staring at me, “Dennis knows
I shook head, “I am not intended to
He frowned, saying nothing.
car. Starting the car, I
later, I pulled over the car outside the villa. In the car, I took out the Divorce
bitter, I thought I will never agree to divorce from Dennis although someone threatened me with a knife on my neck. However, now I was going to offer to have
generous. According the contract, he promised to leave this villa to me, as well as the most shares of the George
would have married him. I had no excuses to disagree the divorce as he
I signed
to the villa, it’s dark in the hall. I turned on the light, catching sight of a man sitting
fixing on me. I can
“Why not turn on the
an indifferent but slightly unpleased tone, “Where did you
entered the kitchen, “I am cooking
messed up like that. I supposed that he didn’t have a good meal. Thinking here, I felt that I
had loved him so long, and I
I turned around,
stared at me with cold look in his eyes, so his complicated look
reply. I thought he was not willing to have a talk with me, so I kept quiet. I put the noodles on the table, “There is no other ingredients, but eggs, so